White Gazelle leaped lightly on her horse, which was fastened ready saddled to a tree, and set off at a gallop, waving her hand to the hunter for the last time in thanks.
"What a singular creature!" Valentine muttered.
As day had dawned during this conversation, the Trail-hunter proceeded toward Unicorn's calli, to assemble the great chiefs in council. So soon as the hunter entered the lodge, Don Pablo, who had hitherto remained motionless, pretending to sleep, suddenly rose.
"Good Heavens!" he exclaimed as he clasped his hands fervently. "How to save poor Ellen? If she falls into the hands of that fury, she is lost."
Then, after a moment's reflection, he ran toward Unicorn's calli: Valentine came out of it at the moment the young man reached the door.
"Where are you going to at that rate, my friend?" he asked him.
"I want a horse."
"A horse?" Valentine said in surprise; "What to do?"
The Mexican gave him a glance of strange meaning.
"To go to Bloodson's camp," he said resolutely.